Fleet and living you ran the games.
Your hard body is bone under snow.
Even your eyes that stared into the pains of stars
Are gone. Hollows of your face are gone
To cold. Your tongue is gone that told desire
And the mouth my tongue dabbled in.
All thought is gone. Earth fills the cave of your mind.
I balance the winter wind. you
Are barren. Under your ribs are stones.
The taking hand is dead that handled my bone innocence.
Finger and knucklebones sty
And bone of lean leg, light foot.
What rived the wild night is gone
And that year's icy weather.
What can you remember of love?
Can you remember, love?
I have grappled your ghost to my skeleton.